"Kid is arrogant!" The gray-haired middle-aged swordsman's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

This person's swordsmanship is extremely high, the sword in his wrist shook slightly, and a flash of brilliant sword light slashed out in the air, which was many times stronger than the sword light when he shot before.

The arc of sword qi broke through the air, and where it passed, the air cracked to both sides like a wave, as if it was about to tear the void apart.

But all this in front of the fist that Ximen Ye said, it was like a dream bubble, all of which were shattered in an instant by a punch, and the fist mark did not fall, and the residual momentum was not weakened, and it was imprinted in front of the middle-aged swordsman in an instant.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged swordsman was taken aback, the long sword in his hand, across his chest, pressed one finger against the sword body, and directly caught the azure fist print.

Rumble!

Burst of energy.

The middle-aged swordsman wanted to stabilize his body, but he was pushed back by the force that overwhelmed him like a mountain and a sea of mountains in the fist print, and his feet sank into the gravel under his feet like a plow, but he still couldn't stop his body, and retreated dozens of meters, leaving two shocking scratches on the ground.

Everyone around gasped.

Most people know the origin and cultivation of this middle-aged swordsman, and he is definitely one of the best players in the human race in the Heavenly Desolate Realm.

What is the origin of this scholar, who is so strong?

In everyone's hearts, their thoughts were different, and when they looked at Ximen Yeshuo's eyes, they all looked extremely jealous.

And Ye Qingyu, who followed behind Ximen Yeshuo, was naturally regarded as a figure such as Ximen Yeshuo's entourage, and everyone present could basically see Ye Qingyu's Xuanqi cultivation at a glance, so they didn't pay much attention to him.

Only Qin Zhishui, who was standing alone, nodded at Ye Qingyu under his eyebrows, a trace of essence flowed from his eyes.

But he didn't say anything.

Ye Qingyu didn't expect this silent and indifferent swordsman to greet him, and after being slightly stunned, he nodded secretly.

"I thought it was a master, but it turned out to be a dish. Ximen Ye said that he had a successful move, and it was inevitable that he would be a little showy, looking at the middle-aged swordsman with an angry face, he smiled, and said: "The strength is so weak, and he still learns to test the latecomers, it is really an old birthday star who eats arsenic. ”

The mouth is so poisonous.

The middle-aged swordsman trembled with anger, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and a vicious and resentful look flashed in his eyes.

But he didn't strike again, but stepped aside in hatred.

Ye Qingyu secretly remembered the face of this middle-aged swordsman, he was able to hold back and not make a move in such a situation, this person's deep mind should not be underestimated, he obviously hated Ximen Yeshuo, and by the way, he was also extremely hateful to himself, but he was afraid that as long as he found an opportunity for a while, he would definitely retaliate.

"What are you doing standing here, waiting for a robbery?"

Simon Ye said and looked at the crowd.

Someone snorted coldly and didn't look at him.

Some people thought they didn't hear it.

However, there are also people who obviously want to make friends with this young scholar who looks babbling, an old man in iron armor with crazy hair like withered grass, who looks extremely powerful, like a wild lion, but he laughed, walked out, and said: "Everyone is waiting for the door of the palace to open, Xiaoyou, don't you know the mystery here?"

"The gate of the palace?" Ye Qingyu asked out loud.

The ironclad old man glanced at Ye Qingyu, didn't pay attention to it, and instead leaned over to Ximen Ye and said, "This time it may be the real palace, the palace appeared before, the palace gate opened, and someone has already entered, but every time the palace gate is opened, only twelve people can enter, so the big guy is waiting here......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Xiao Jiu, a stupid dog hanging on the heel of Ximen Yeshuo, and was stunned.

This kind of picture is simply too funny, can you imagine the picture of a scholar who is considered to be a powerful master, but his heel is bitten by a fat dog like a pig and does not let go?

Ximen Ye said that he did not have the slightest self-consciousness, nodded, and said, "I see...... Oh, I see, it turns out that the powerful people have already entered the palace, and you must be too weak to beat the people who entered before, so you have to wait until now, right?"

The ironclad old man looked embarrassed.

Ye Qingyu silently left a drop of sweat in his heart, and said in his heart, Ximen, you are such a poisonous snake, you are still alive and alive to such a big age and have not been killed, it must be that there are not many people in your so-called master.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

"If you are young and have no mouth to hide, you will die young. ”

In the crowd, some people were already dissatisfied.

They were indeed defeated in the previous competition, so they had to wait here, Ximen Ye said this, which was tantamount to uncovering their scars, and also sprinkling a handful of salt on them, if it weren't for the strength he showed before, it was indeed strong, but I am afraid that it would have been killed by everyone a long time ago.

As he spoke, there was another sound in the [Annihilation Mist] behind him.

Someone is here again?

"Hmph, there are still people coming, there are so many people who are not afraid of death. In the crowd, someone snorted coldly, and the killing intent permeated the void.

The door of the palace is opened once, and only twelve people can enter, there are already nearly twenty people waiting in front of them, and now every additional person means that the probability of entering the palace gate will be reduced by one point, which is something that no one wants to see, if the people who walk out of the fog area, if the strength is not enough, they will be killed in an instant, or driven away.

Slight footsteps were heard.

A figure slowly appeared.

The moment Ye Qingyu looked back, his heart suddenly beat violently.

The figure that came out of the [Annihilation Mist] was a slender and delicate girl, wearing a dark red samurai robe, and a gold cutwork mask covering her small and fair face, others might not be able to see anything, but Ye Qingyu recognized it at a glance.

If it's not Song Xiaojun, who else will it be?

Ye Qingyu never expected that he would meet Song Xiaojun again here.

Because his figure was blocked by Ximen Yeshuo, Song Xiaojun did not see Ye Qingyu at the first time.

She walked out of the [Annihilation Mist] quietly, her head was lowered all the time, her dark red hair hung down, like flowing clouds, and the whole person exuded a sense of distance that was not close to anyone, as if she was trying to think about something, she didn't look up at everyone from beginning to end, and after walking out of the fog, she stopped, didn't say a word, and waited quietly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Song Xiaojun.

"A little girl?" someone in the crowd chuckled lowly.

But no one tried it.

Because of the power of the dark flame emanating from Song Xiaojun's body, it makes people feel palpitations, and everything shows that this girl who looks quiet and indifferent has great strength.

Ye Qingyu didn't hold back, and said, "Why are you here?"

As soon as Song Xiaojun raised his head, the moment he saw Ye Qingyu, a trace of bright color flashed in his eyes like a thousand years of Xuanbing, and then he seemed to think of something again, and said, "What about the little rabbit?"

Ye Qingyu smiled and said, "It's at my house." ”

"Words don't count. A look of disappointment flashed in Song Xiaojun's eyes.

This sentence was abrupt, but Ye Qingyu knew what she meant, because she had promised the little girl before that she would take good care of the little rabbit, and hurriedly explained: "Don't worry, my aunt and sister take care of it, I want to come here, it's dangerous, so I can't take it with me." ”

Song Xiaojun hummed, lowered his head again, and did not speak.

Ximen Yeshu's gaze looked at Ye Qingyu and Song Xiaojun, and he lowered his voice for a while and said shyly: "Brother, your heart is beating fast." ”

Ye Qingyu grinned.

He really wanted to find a needle and thread to sew the mouth of this thing.

At this time, Song Xiaojun raised his head again and said, "Follow me for a while." ”

"Huh?" Ye Qingyu was stunned.

With Song Xiaojun's character, he shouldn't say such things that are close to 'intimacy'.

"I protect you. Song Xiaojun continued.

Ye Qingyu suddenly understood that what Song Xiaojun meant was that she wanted to protect herself, get out alive, and take care of the little rabbit.

Well, what is this?

Am I not as precious as that little rabbit in your heart?

Ye Hou Ye was suddenly a little lost.

Ximen Ye said that as if he had discovered some new world, he laughed with a thief's eyebrows: "There is adultery." ”

The voice did not fall.

Rumble!

A dark flame slammed into where he stood.

A large pit several meters deep appeared, and a trace of dark flames emerged from the pit.

Ximen Ye, who dodged in time, said, with a frightened expression on his face, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop, stop...... Don't get me wrong, I'm kidding, I'm good friends with him...... Wow wow, what a violent ......"

The other powerhouses around saw the dark flame, and their faces suddenly changed greatly.

"Dark Immovable City?"

"Are you...... Dark Maiden?"

Someone looked shocked and retreated again and again.

The legend of the Dark Immovable City, with their qualifications, of course, it is impossible not to have heard of it, some time ago it was rumored that even Lu Chaoge almost died in the hands of this demon girl, and now on the rivers and lakes of the human race, everyone has changed color when they hear it, although they all claim to be to destroy demons on weekdays, but they really met the dark saintess, they still can't help but be in awe.

Only Qin Zhishui's eyes flashed with surprise.

He obviously didn't expect that as a member of the Youyan Army, [Youyan Yiye] would be so familiar with the Dark Girl.

But at this moment, in the void, a strange change appeared.

Colorful light flashes.

In the original dim mid-air, there is a majestic temple slowly emerging, like a mirage, gradually becoming clearly visible from the extreme blur, the whole body of the temple is made of white bricks, towering like a mountain, extremely tall, when looking up, it is impossible to see the dome of the temple at a glance, the dazzling white light is sprinkled, the whole temple is filled with a sense of divine holiness that is indescribable in words, there is a vast and magnificent atmosphere, escaping from the temple.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on this floating temple.

In front of the temple, a double rectangular white stone door slowly opened with a rumbling thunderous sound.

"The gate of the palace has finally opened. ”

Someone shouted excitedly.

Woohoo woo blah.

Light and shadow flicker.

Countless figures rushed towards the slowly opening gate like lightning streamers.

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